You can pretend you've never done it, but we all know the truth.
It's a distinctly touristy thing to forget to turn off your camera. And the best part is, you don't even realize it until way after, after you've come back home, and Aunt Susie drops by for a visit and you decide the thing she wants most in the world is to watch the video of your trip to St. Tropez. And things are going great, until you're halfway through and suddenly there's fifteen minutes of your feet in the sand that you don't remember filming.
Sound familiar? I thought so. Don't feel too bad, though. I mean, yes, I laughed when my folks came back from Hawai'i with footage of the floor of the Bishop Museum, but that doesn't mean I've never done it myself. The only difference is, now I do it on purpose.
Not the first time. The first time was definitely a proper accident. Knocked my finger against the record button while stomping through Rome and ended up with a short series of pictures of my shadow on the cobblestones.
Sure, I was embarrassed when I first discovered them, but I kind of like the effect. Now I do it whenever I remember to.
Here I am with my sister at the top of the Punch Bowl in Oahu, Hawai'i.
Here I am in Uganda, with my cousin Malia. It's a bit of a cheat, since we're sort of in the picture, but try getting a toddler to stand still for anything.
Here I am with my sister again, in the courtyard of Salisbury Cathedral. It was spring break, but FREEZING (C'mon England, be more temperate!), which is why we look that size. But look! You can see the outline of my shaved head!
And here I am at the Tower of London. I've left it on its side so it doesn't look staged, but between you and me? Totally staged. And when I stand it upright, it looks a bit too much like the cover of a penny dreadful, what with all the trench coats and cobblestones.
Someday, this will make the best vacation slideshow ever.